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"Alright," Robin said, his voice calm. "No problem. Drink it" He grabb wiped his hands slowly.

Melissa paused, stunned for a moment.

She stood there, staring at the cup in her hands. It did make sense.

Robin had agreed so quickly. She wasn't prepared for that.

Brenda and Joanna were just as shocked,

the wet napkin from the plate and

They didn't understand why Robin would go along with this-why he would even consider drinking something so vile.

For a few seconds, no one knew what to say.

Marrisa tugged at Robin's sleeve, her fingers tight.noveldrama

She wanted to stop him and tell him not to play her game. This was too much. There was no need to drink the disgusting thing in front of him.

What was happening to him today?

"Mr. Ramsey..." Marge's voice was uncertain. She watched as Robin slowly got to his feet.

Robin gave her a small, unreadable smile. "Well, if Ms. Fields insists, I guess I'll have to comply," he said, shrugging. She has money, connections, and she's part of the elite."

Melissa laughed, a sound full of pride. She raised the cup, her eyes gleaming with triumph. 'Now you're getting it," she said, her voice full of self-satisfaction. "Maybe one day, if I'm in a good mood, I'll give you a chance to rise. Who knows? Drink up." Robin's grin spread wide across his face. "Alright, bottoms up!"

Melissa couldn't stop laughing. The sound bubbled up from deep inside opened her mouth wide, laughing with reckless abandon.

The sound of someone chugging down the milk echoed around the table.

her. She threw her head back and

In the next breath, everyone watched in disbelief as Melissa drank the entire glass of milk in one go.

When she was finished, a couple of thick, yellow blobs of phlegm hung from her lips, not completely. swallowed.

Melissa sucked in a quick breath.

The lumps of phlegm shot into her mouth with a soft, wet whoosh.

Brenda gasped, looking like she might lose her lunch. She turned away, her stomach churning.

Marrisa and Marge shared a brief look, both shaking their heads in disbelief. They sighed in relief, their

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bodies relaxing a little.

Marrisa threw Robin a sharp glance. What is wrong with this kid? Always stirring things up....

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Joanna glanced between Robin, the confused Melissa, and Faustus. She shook her head, trying to hold back a laugh.

Melissa let out a loud burp, her eyes wide with surprise. She glanced around, her face a mix of confusion and shock. "Wait... how did I even drink that milk?"

Robin's smirk deepened. "You've done something impressive. You've proven exactly who you are-a piece of trash. Now, get out of here."

Laughter rang out across the second floor of the café.

For a moment, Melissa froze. Her mind went blank. Then it hit her-like a punch to the gut.

Robin moved so fast that no one could see her. But she knew. She was the only one who understood what had happened.

He'd shoved that cup of milk into her mouth.

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Now, the thought of what she'd just swallowed made her stomach twist. Phlegm, cigarette butts, scraps paper-she could feel it all inside her. She couldn't breathe. She screamed, fury burning in her chest. "You b'stard! How could you do this to me? I'll kill you!"

Her fingers dug into her throat, trying to force everything back up.

But it wouldn't come. No matter how hard she gagged, the milk, the phlegm, the cigarettes-they stayed in her stomach, mocking her.

She managed to cough up one cigarette butt, the vile thing hanging from her lips

But as her mouth opened, ready to spit it out, Robin tapped his foot against the floor.

And just like that, she sucked it back in.

She was lost. She had no idea what was happening.

Everything felt out of her control, like someone else was pulling the strings.

Faustus stared at Melissa, his face pale with disgust. "You... how could you be so vile? I just kissed you. I thought I was kissing a woman, not some filthy dog!" "Your were so quick to push them out, but why the hell did you drink that milk yourself?"

"Melissa," he said slowly, shaking his head, "I think you've completely lost it."

Melissa's face turned red with anger. She stamped her foot, her voice cracking with desperation. "No, I swear! I didn't want to drink it! It was him! He's the one who made me! I'm not crazy, okay?!" Faustus stepped back again, his eyes narrowing. "I saw you drink it, Melissa. You downed it like it was nothing. There's something wrong with you. We don't want someone like you in my family."

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"Faustus, pleasel" Melissa begged, grabbing his arm. "You have to believe me! It was him! He's the one who made me do it!" She turned to Robin, her fury building "You bastard! I'll make you pay for this!" Robin stepped forward, his voice low and threatening. You want to call me names? Keep it up, and you won't like the consequences"

Joanna stood up quickly, stepping between them. "Mr. Ramsey, please. That little lesson was enough. Let them go.

Robin looked at her, his gaze softening just for a moment. "Fine," he said, a faint smirk on his lips. "But sometimes the winds don't stop just because the trees ask them to."

Joanna turned to Melissa. "Melissa, it's over. Let it go, and leave now."

Melissa's rage flared. "I drank that filth, and you think I should just forget about it? You dirty little-who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do?" She pointed a shaking finger at Joanna's face, lifting her hand to slap her. Before she could strike, Robin grabbed her wrist in a swift motion. I gave you a chance, but you didn't want it. Now, you've pushed your luck."

In one smooth motion, he threw her aside.

Melissa's body soared through the air like a bird with no wings, her arms and legs flailing in all directions.

Her dress fluttered wildly behind her, but she couldn't steady herself.

She flew over tables, her body twisting as she crashed through the air.

Finally, she slammed into the floor at the base of the stairs with a sickening thud.

The sound of her fall echoed through the café, followed by a chorus of shocked gasps.

The thud rang through the café. It echoed off the walls, loud and sharp.

What had been a quiet, peaceful place was now full of chaos.

Melissa crashed to the floor, her limbs splayed out in every direction. Her body hit the ground with a sickening thump, like a ragdoll thrown carelessly. The wood on the floor saved her. If it had been anything harder, she would have been hurt much worse.

Her bones were fine, but her face-her beautiful face-was a mess.

Blood trickled down her cheeks, staining her skin. Her teeth, which she'd spent so much money on, were now gone, scattered somewhere on the floor. Zayn and Michelle, led upstairs by the staff, reached the second floor.

Just as they turned the corner, they saw Melissa lying there.

"Melissa?" Michelle's voice was filled with disbelief. "What happened to you?"

Melissa wiped blood from her eyes. Her hands trembled as she realized who stood above her.

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"Michelle! You're here!" she cried, her voice cracking. "Tye been attacked! A group of thugs did this to me!"

"Mr. McKay, she hissed, "those b'stards! We need to teach them a lesson they won't forget. We'll make them pay for this!"

Zayn's eyes moved over Melissa, taking in the sight of her battered face. He frowned.

Who would be brave enough to do something like this to someone from the Fields?

Michelle was furious. "Let's find out who did this, Zayn. They won't get away with it. Not today."

Zayn nodded. His voice was calm, but there was a steel edge to it. "We'll get to the bottom of this. Ms. Field, we'll fix this." Michelle helped Melissa to her feet. The three of them walked toward the booth where Robin and the others were sitting. When they reached it, Zayn and Michelle froze.

Melissa, holding her side, seethed with anger. "You b'stard!" she snarled. "Do you know who my friends. are? Mr. McKay. You've heard of him, right? He's the heir to the Westeria Residence!" She pointed a shaking finger at Robin. "You better kneel and cut off your hand right now. Or Mr. McKay will be the one to do it for you."

Robin raised an eyebrow, unfazed. He looked at Zayn, then back at Melissa, as if she were a mere annoyance. "Really?" he said, his voice lazy. "Why don't you ask him if he still has the guts to do it?"